Καινούρια Ζάλη [Kainoúria Záli] [English translation]

Time is the worst healer

It burns you out, it dissolves you and freezes you up.

But you, soon, will not be here

Some others will be fighting with the dust.

You want, once more, to finish alone,

A trip that never ends.

Under you clothes, the most ancient god is awakened

Inside your luggage, all paths are crowded.

Which paths have triggered your mind again?

Which seas(overboard) are drying in your tiny head?

Which wind is taking you further away?

Tell me which fear you worshiped again.

In which dream did they wake you up, wet, disjointed?

Which demons are feeding your new frustration?

Which passion push you further away from here?

Tell me which fear you worshiped again.

The dream which one day brought you here

Today is burning out, rusting away and is pushing you away

In one time it holds you down on earth, another it throws you up in the sky

The same dream, consumes you and saves you.

You want again to end on your own,

A trip which never ends.

Under you clothes, the most ancient god is awakened,

Inside your luggage, all paths are crowded.

What yarns connect you with another loop?

Which waves are pushing you away from this port?

Which destiny calls you from the other side?

Tell me which fear you worshiped again.

Which clouds covered your dried heart?

Which stars sing for your new frustration?

What lies keep you near the truth?

Tell me which fear you worshiped again.

Which words are rotting inside you and cannot come out?

Which hope leads you to your most precious illusion?

Which sorrow kicks you far away from everywhere?

Tell me wchich fear conquested you again.